Bat- Angst Thread


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Erandia
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Published
5 years, 8 months ago
Updated
5 years, 8 months ago
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Chapter 1
Published 5 years, 8 months ago
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THS IS SO GOOD TYSM

This got me shook


He's back again, back at that awful place, surrounded by the scent of copper and red liquid. He trudges down the road full of corpses as he tries not to gag and keep a calm face.

He has to do this. He has to... Nathaniel told him he must, he has to. He repeats that mantra, an anchor to keep him from just bending over and throwing up his lunch (or was it breakfast? He doesn't quite remember) Bat walks forward, puddles of red now staining his feet and pants but he walks on, past the mountain of dead and dying. Why was he even here? He doesn't quite remember. All he knows is N A T H A N I E L needs him to do... this? To feel the red on his hands and it hurts hurtshurtsHURTSHURTS--

In a moment of clarity, everything snaps into focus for Bat. He remembers and he desperately wants to leave. The half elf-fae scrambles to pick himself up, nearly slipping at the puddle of red and black forming beneath him. Each step made his head spin, as he runs off, to who knows where. Making a beeline for the wall, he passes by a charred corpse and Bat couldn't help but stop and stare. It doesn't blink, simply content staring at the panting man in front of it. A sudden flare of panic and self-consciousness washed over the dark haired boy as he now doubles back to where he came from (or at least where he thinks he did?) Now heavily breathing, Bat stopped, his chest constricting and goosebumps settling on his arms. As he looks up, he realizes that hes surrounded with eyes, all staring and judging uniformly.

He swears he heard himself scream (but when did he open his mouth?) as he once again tries to get away from whatever it is that's chasing him. He hears another scream, and another and soon, it's a cacophony and chorus of wailing and moaning. He doesn't know why they're screaming at him (... he does... he...? Does...?) but among the agonizing screams of terror, he hears it like a pin dropping in the middle of a silent room.

A single laughter.

Suddenly, Bat halts, his feet landing ankle-deep into a murky-red substance. He looks around and catches a shadow of something(one) standing still. The laughter slowly grows in volume, slowly overcoming the wail of the tormented until they are simply background noise. Pain and fury build up from the depths of Bat's being, not realizing that one of the screams he hears is his own.

"NATHANIEL, COME OUT, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Bat swears that the laughter just turned louder, His paranoia at full capacity, Bat keeps glancing and searching everywhere, trepidation growing and helplessness once more threatening to take over. He steps back, calling out for that son of a bitch one more time, the red murky liquid now at waist length. Shouting himself hoarse, Bat could feel the weight of his sins, drowning him along with the steady rise of the liquid as tears slowly trail down on each side of his eyes. Soon enough, the liquid comes full stop below his chin, as he desperately tries to breathe. Realization slowly seeps in, as Bat feels himself sink down.

"I deserve this, don't' I...?"

Silence engulfed the area and Bat knew no more.

With a startled awakening, Bat nearly fell down from his bed.

"A-A dream... yeah..." He feels a bile forming on his mouth and rushes out of the bed to dump the contents of his dinner into the toilet bowl.

"Ugh, stupid dream. Now I need a shower before Jil finds out." Flushing, he staggers out and tries to keep his mind occupied with something other than eyes and screaming.

Somehow, he knows it'll be a while before the shaking stops.